I did not raise a wind,
starting life with a dialer.

I nesacelšu high winds
finally lives of calling.

later become crystal ribbed,
through which a rainbow auction,
leaving only the heat -
and
it is too much.

white flowers
those who forgive.

whole trail of white flowers
those who donate.

I cry rose, the nightingale
and extinct tribes,
and mountains of the moon in the sand.

And white asarrasa sneak
cheeks, pale flowers.

You will stay after you - always, everywhere, all over.
Even in dreams, which once ran to escape.

makes sense since snow snowflakes,
in the land of snow ever be enough
but the sky to keep it like it.

Div \'petals immortality stubborn,
There is a destiny decreed - one jāsabirst.
Once that happens recurrent. Then
One gaismeklītis darkness rapidly ris.

Gaižzili climbing trees in the sky,
page of the clouds are getting.
Blue sky climbing trees,
becomes the root of the wind.

Only your hearth mother,
The fire will burn so warm,
The sand, even in the cold sand
Never neapsegs him.

fall fog, dew drops,
I found the men do.
As a warm villainīti]
Land apsegusi them.

leaves in the wind keeps coming years
And go away quietly.

As a candle in the dark
White light is calm.
Atskrien on tiptoe wind
And fled away.
In the fear disturbs

loves, he can not get lost in nowhere
Thousands of links to heart with him there.
Even if they never meet anyone anymore.

a time line, Dad, you are divorced from us,
The life of the door
sons opening.
Where are the words noble and pure,
What do away with the last flowers to?

falls chestnut star.
Every branch
Flower lamp light starts to pour,
Quietly passing boys who miss
Alien life and people go.

Dad, you were dead ... It hard to believe,
In your voice, every word still sounds in the ears.
It seems to live in your heart beating in my chest,
What is your death can not deprive me.

Or it dies, the others gave themselves.
Who donated the joy of other pleasure?
There are but flowers that even in the winter nevīst,
When all the gardens will aizputina.

And the cabinet off the top of the crown into me,
Where else in the forest greeting dew KAIST.
I wonder why it seems:
the alignment of your life,
So simple
but at the same time harshly beautiful.